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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

To No One in Particular

Witter Bynner

From “Presences”

LOCATE your love, you lose your love,

Find her, you look away;

Now mine I never quite discern,

But trace her every day.

She has a thousand presences,

As surely seen and heard

As birds that hide behind a leaf

Or leaves that hide a bird.

Single your love, you lose your love,

You cloak her face with clay;

Now mine I never quite discern—

And never look away.